Rowan's Journey to Manhood

In the previous chapters…

Rowan, a pale guy with many sexual inhibitions due to the abuse he suffered in the past, embarks in a long journey to a mature sexuality, helped by the men and boys living in a big house named “The Cove”. Charlie, a 19 y.o. playful boy, teaches him the joyful side of sex. Barry, an oversexed worker who looks alike Rowan’s abusive stepfather, scares him. Kale, an Hawaiian school counselor, shows him the tender, healing power of love. Beau, the blond leader of the Cove, experiments Rowan’s ‘power’ to block a man’s ejaculation until he begs to cum. Hendrick, the house young cook, lets Rowan discover how sweet and pleasurable can be anal sex when, after many years, the guy yields his ass to the redheaded boy. The wise Native American Wahkan teaches to Rowan how to trust another man. Rowan seems to come from another century, and explains that his only school had been the old movies showed at Paul’s cinema. He then  discovers the pleasure of submission during a hot bondage session with Kale. Rick explains that the Cove is a sort of shelter for all the men and the boys, including Beau.

Synopsys (*** Spoiler Alert! ***)

A mutual affection and sympathy rises between Beau and Rowan when they visit long-abandoned Rice-Duncan Mansion, the house where Beau was born and raised. There, Beau reveals the unforgivable sins committed in that old house and the tragic secret he holds in his heart; in a dramatic evening, Rowan tries to help Beau and himself overcome their inner demons; after a sleepless night, a dazzled Beau vents his anger and his fears over Kale, while Rowan lives an unexpected moment of mutual affection with Barry.

Additional downloads (PDF) and online PictureBooks

• Cast of Characters with SFW images
• The Cove – Floor Plan
• Book 01 (Chapters 1-10) with bookmarks and PictureBook01 with NSFW images
• Book 02 (Chapter 11-20) with bookmarks and PictureBook02 with NSFW images
• Book 03 (Chapter 21-22) with bookmarks and PictureBook03 with NSFW images

 ≈ SORDID SECRETS, PUBLIC VIRTUES ≈ 

~ Rice-Duncan Mansion ~

At 4 pm sharp, as promised, Rowan was in the living room, waiting for Beau. He felt nervous. «Maybe it was not a good idea to dress like this…» – he thought, feeling somewhat overdressed in the fancy outfit that Rick had given him the first time they made love [1]. «Why on earth didn’t I just put on T-shirt and jeans!» – he blamed himself, knowing too well why he did: he was about to meet Beau. That was why he woke up an hour earlier, giving up to one hour of much needed sleep, and he showered, shaved, combed his hair and dressed up with extreme care. He wanted to impress the beautiful leader of the Cove!

The sound of steps coming from the main staircase roused the guy from his anxious thoughts; climbing down the last steps, Beau looked at Rowan and halted halfway for the surprise. The guy was stunning! A stretch burgundy shirt clang to his chiseled V-shape torso, giving a nice glimpse of the pecs through the two top buttons left open; the shirt’s untucked bottom, with the last button undone, allowed Beau to peek at the last inch of the guy’s black treasure trail, leading down to the tight grey pants that put on great display Rowan’s bulge and his bubble butt. The long, shining black hair ran down to his shoulders, framing his pale, sharp face.

After a moment of hesitation, Beau climbed down the last steps, still staring at the guy: “You… Wow, Rowan… I’m breathless” – the blond boss said with a wide smile – “You look terrific! If your aim is to seduce me, you succeeded in full!”. He didn’t mean it, of course, it was just one or the usual jokes the men of the Cove often said to each other, but Rowan took it as a serious remark.

“I… well.. No, I…” – Rowan stuttered. He didn’t expect such an explicit appreciation, nor the daring comment – “I didn’t want to seduce you, sir… I… I…just wanted… to dress up… for you”.  The last two words just escaped from his lips, and soon he regretted saying them.

Beau got closer and held him at arm’s length, smiling at him: “Hey, hey, I was only joking. Except I am really breathless and you do look terrific. Now let’s go, the Castle of Death awaits us!”

They both laughed at Beau’s referring to the mansion with the wrong name, and that lightened Rowan’s spirit. They went out into the street and Rowan gasped looking at Beau’s car, a dark metallic green Bentley Flying Spur. It was huge, intimidating! With great caution, the guy opened the passenger door and climbed inside, careful not to dirty or scratch the leather seat.

Beau turned on the engine and said: “You should wear the safety belt…”. Rowan looked at his own belt, than around him… and then at Beau: “I don’t know… ehm…”

The blond boss realized that, incredible as it might seem, the guy had never ridden a car - not one equipped with safety belts, anyway -, but hid his surprise not to embarrass him: “Here, let me do it for you…”. He leaned over Rowan to reach the belt near the door and their chests brushed. Rowan felt the man’s firm pecs pressing on him and the warmth of his body on his skin; he inhaled his subtle fresh cologne and a soft moan escaped his lips.

Beau grabbed the belt and turned to Rowan, whose face was inches away: “The… the buckle must be…”. For a few endless seconds, there was an unspoken tension, an intense connection between them. But then Beau recoiled, dismissing the odd moment of intimacy: “The buckle must be locked here, see?”

He locked his own belt, too, and drove through the town to the solitary, abandoned mansion located on a hill at the northern border of the city. He halted the car outside a rusty gate, climbed off and unlocked it. He pushed the gates, that opened with many squeaks and screeches, and then drove to the main entrance and turned off the engine.

“Welcome to Rice-Duncan Mansion” – he said, looking at the austere building with distant eyes. It was unclear whether he was talking to Rowan or himself.

~ Dusty splendor ~

They got off the car and Beau unlocked the heavy wooden double door. He could use the smaller service door, but he didn’t want to sneak into the old house like a servant: he was the master, now, and he needed to assert his domain over his house.

The heavy doors opened with a loud squeak and, after many years, the sunlight flowed into the ample entrance hall. Rowan followed Beau inside, and looked around: “There’s a cloakroom!” – he said, excited. “Of course there is!” – Beau replied with a wink – “Where else the guests could leave their coats and hats, otherwise? Now come, Rowan, this is something you must see…”

They proceeded to the double door at the end of the hall; Beau opened it wide and they entered an exceptionally ample room, with an elaborate wooden floor, big chandeliers hanging from the decorated ceiling and several pieces of furniture covered with white linens. The dust piling up on the floor and the furniture didn’t lessen in any way the classy splendor of the room. “The ballroom” – Beau explained, looking around with dreaming eyes. “Quite a room, uh?” – he said with a smile. “People still talk about the balls we had at Rice-Duncan Mansion. I was 15 when I attended my first ball here, I had a blast! The waltz, the elegant dresses, the champagne… I wish you could have seen it, Rowan!”

He turned to the guy; he was in the middle of the room, looking with rapt eyes at the upper gallery located at one end of the ample room, slowly swinging from foot to foot, as if he was actually hearing the music that in remote years resonated between those walls.

Beau followed his gaze: “That was the musicians’ gallery…” – he explained, and Rowan nodded absently: “Of course…”. Beau smiled at him and took his hands, joking: “May I have the honor of a dance?”  and started leading a silent waltz. It was only a joke, and Beau expected Rowan to soon trip up, but incredibly the guy followed Beau’s lead with graceful confidence. “At this point” – Beau exclaimed, laughing merrily – “after the bosom and all, I shouldn’t be that surprised, but… you can waltz!”  Rowan smiled shyly: “I’ve watched ‘The Leopard’ and ‘Sissi’ something like a hundred times…”

Beau slowly halted: “I’m afraid we have to leave the ball early: there’s a lot more to see”. He led the way to the elegant curved double staircase located at the opposite end of the ballroom: “Let’s go upstairs…”

Climbing up, a frown appeared on Beau’s face; the more they moved up, the more tense he felt. When they got to the upper landing, they walked halfway the second floor corridor and Beau opened a door: “The master bedroom”. Inside, there were only a dark wooden double bed with a high mattress, two in-style nightstands and a 4-door armoire. “It’s so austere… Was it your parent’s room?” – he asked. “My father’s. Sir Finley Rice-Duncan. My mother, Alienor Harcourt de la Motte, died soon after giving birth to me…”.  Beau lowered his eyes to hide his sorrow. “It was she who chose my name, Beauregard. It’s the only thing that still reminds me of her”.

Rowan’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering what he himself said once to Barry, who insisted on calling him ‘kid’: “My name is the only thing my father left me”.  Beau, too, knew that pain! Despite his huge wealth and his noble heritage, he shared with Rowan that dull, aching sense of loss that every orphan knows way too well.

“But you had your father, at least…” – Rowan said, but soon regretted his words, when Beau winced and replied: “A whitewashed sepulcher, that’s what he was! For the world he was a hero: his generous donations, his lavish balls, his apparent care for the less fortunate were legendary. But deep inside he was evil, cruel and merciless. I wish he had died, instead of my mother!”

Beau raised his eyes and realized how much his words had hit Rowan: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have talked like this. It’s this house that… But come, let’s go on with our tour. Lead the way, follow your instinct!”

They went out, and Rowan opened a small door at the end of the corridor. Inside, there was a single bed, a small desk and a big wardrobe. It looked like a boy’s room. It might appear a nice and cheerful room, but there was something in the air… He turned to Beau to ask, and stifled a gasp: the man was staring at the small bed, lost in his memories, while a tear rolled down his cheek. When he spoke, without looking at Rowan, his voice was grave: “I was standing right where you are, when it happened…”

~ Innocent love ~

“His name was Jordan” – Beau said with an unspoken sorrow in his voice. He was keeping his eyes closed, recalling memories from places they had been hidden into for long years. “He was the stableman’s son. We both were 16 when they came to work here. I lived a very solitary life, I didn’t go to school, I had private institutors, and I had no friends. Jordan was joyful, funny and adventurous and we immediately became best buddies. Until I met him, I felt… confused. We had a very beautiful maid - who I suspect had been instructed by my father to be… nice with me - and I felt I should feel attracted by her, but I didn’t, and I wondered whether there was something wrong in me. I had no one to talk about these things.”

“One day I went to the stables, looking for Jordan; the door was ajar and I peeked inside and I saw him brushing a horse; it was a hot afternoon, and his dirty white tank was completely damp with sweat and clung to his muscular torso. He wore a pair of cut-off jeans that showed off his muscular, tanned legs. I stood there, in silence, watching in awe at his rippling muscles as he brushed the horse back, and I had the stiffest erection I ever experienced.”

“He turned around and at first he looked at my obvious hard-on with surprise, but soon he flashed a shy smile. He came closer, and I held my breath, noticing that he too was sporting a stiff bulge in his shorts. We stood for few endless moments staring into each other’s eyes and then… we kissed. It was an innocent kiss, on the lips, but it opened a world for both of us. For the first time, we were discovering our sexuality, and it was… mind-blowing. Every piece of the puzzle was finally taking its place.”

“It was early afternoon, no one was around; alone in the stable, we slowly undressed, looking at each other. We explored each other’s body with our eyes, our hands and lips. We kissed again, deeper this time, and fell down on the hay. We both were very aroused, but we indulged in caressing, touching, titillating each other, discovering erogenous zones that neither of us was aware of.”

“Then we looked again into each other’s eyes, and I reclined over the hay on my back, raised my legs and offered myself to him. We didn’t say a single word, everything came so natural and easy! He leaned over me and pointed his cock to my virgin ass. I was trembling with desire, and I realized that he, too, was trembling. I smiled at him and he pushed his hips.”

“The moment he penetrated me I almost cried, but not for the pain: for the pure joy of feeling finally… complete. At first he made love to me slowly, respectfully, waiting for my ass to get used to his big meat. Then, as my bottom loosened up, he increased the potency of his thrusts, and soon he was plowing me with powerful pounds. The faster and the deeper he pumped his hot dick in me, the higher rose my delight and my arousal. And when he finally came inside me, with a loving, ecstatic look on his face, I had the most intense orgasm of my life, without even touching myself. I was in heaven, and Jordan was my angel.”

“For about a year we secretly met in the stable or in my room. I was always eager to feel him inside me, he was so dominant, so manly! When I was alone, I constantly thought at his tanned skin, his ripped abs and his big, powerful dick! But what we felt inside was even stronger than our juvenile lust: we were deeply in love with each other!”

~ Unforgiveable sin ~

 “Then, one night” – Beau continued, frowning – “we were in this very room, on that very bed, and Jordan was riding my ass with powerful thrusts, when the door crashed open and my father caught us in the act! ‘What the hell are you doing, you perverts!’ – he yelled – ‘How you dare indulge into sodomy under my roof! I’ll show you how painful is breaking nature’s laws!’. The yells woke up our chauffeur Paul - you know him - and the butler, who both rushed to my room and looked at us, still naked, lying on the bed.”

“’Herbert, call for Joe’ – my father ordered to the butler, who immediately ran away and came back with Joe, our young black gardener. Joe was 17, but his massive muscular body made him look much older. My father ordered Joe to strip, and when he lowered his shorts, Jordan and I gasped looking at the massive black cock hanging between  the boy’s legs. ‘Jordan must be taught a lesson’ – my father said to Joe with an evil grin – ‘You know what you do!’”

Joe fumbled around, visibly reluctant; he took his cock in his hand, trying to get it hard, looking around nervously. He glanced at my father with pleading eyes, but he yelled: ‘Do it! Now! Or I swear to god I’ll whip you to death, this time!’”

“I understood what ‘lesson’ my father had in mind and was horrified; I ran to him pleading him to have mercy: ‘‘I beg you, sir! He’s virgin! He will hurt him!’. But he incinerated me with a fiery glance: ‘Stay here and look. Just a single word, just a single move and you won’t be any more my son and my heir!’”

Joe spat on his hand and massaged his cock, managing to bring it at full mast, and climbed on the bed. I had never seen, I had never imagined that a man could have such a big cock! He pinned down the terrified Jordan with his muscular hands and pointed his cock to his ass. Jordan tried hard to get away from the fierce grip holding him down, but he couldn’t; he looked at me, desperate: ‘Beau! Beau! Don’t let him do this!’ – he pleaded, his handsome face streaked with tears. I instinctively moved, trying to grab Joe and shove him away, but two arms held me and I heard Paul whispering in my ear: ‘There’s nothing you can do for him. You’re the master’s son, and he’s not’.”

“When Joe impaled Jordan with a single, mighty thrust, his screams of pain resonated for the entire house and pierced my heart like fiery blades. Joe had no mercy, he didn’t give him a single moment to rest and soon started pounding his ass frantically, pulling out his giant cock almost entirely and then shoving it inside again. Jordan, my best friend, my first and only love, was being tortured under my very eyes and I couldn’t save him. Paul held me tight, and in that moment I hated him for that, but later I understood he was doing it to save me from my father’s wrath. He was not restraining me, he was hugging me to give me the strength to resist.”

“With a beastly grunt, Joe unloaded his semen into Jordan and suddenly a deadly silence filled the room. Jordan lay unconscious on the bed and no one dared utter a sound. ‘Take him to the stable: that’s his place!’ – my father ordered. Joe and Paul brought Jordan away, followed by the butler; my father gave me one last, severe glance and went away, closed the door and locked me inside.”

“I crushed on the bed, sobbing desperately. Seeing Jordan being physically tortured and publicly humiliated that way had been unbearable, and I could hardly imagine how he had felt, being mercilessly deflowered under the eyes of the servants, my father’s and mine. I cried and cried, and my tears damped the bed sheets, mixing with Jordan’s sweat and Joe’s semen.”

Beau paused, and then his voice cracked: “That night, alone in the barn, crushed by the pain and the humiliation… Jordan took his life by hanging himself from a stable beam.”

Beau stood silent for a moment, bravely holding his tears. Rowan was aghast.

“I left this house the very next day and moved to France” – Beau continued after a while – “Paul and the butler resigned from their jobs at the end of the week, along with the housekeeper and several servants. I didn’t accept a single cent of my father’s money, and lived on my own, doing all kind of jobs. I never spoke again to my father since that terrible night. He died in an accident two years later and I didn’t come back even for his funeral. This is the first time I enter this house in more than twenty years”.

Rowan didn’t say a word. He moved closer to Beau and hugged him, tenderly, holding his head on his own chest. It was a simple hearty gesture, but a gesture that Beau had been waiting for for more than twenty years. His shoulders trembled, and soon the silent sobs turned into a liberating cry. For many long minutes Beau’s tears flowed freely, washing away the pain, the guilt, the horror of that night.

~ Love conquers all. Or does it…? ~

When Beau raised his head, Rowan looked lovingly into his eyes, drying his cheeks with his hands. He had never felt so deeply connected with that beautiful, sensible, suffering man. Slowly their heads moved closer, until their lips touched. They kissed each other’s lips, cheeks, chin, both enjoying a physical contact that made word useless. Their lips parted and their tongues searched each other, with growing passion.

«It’s the right moment, he’s the right man» – Rowan thought – «With him, I can do it!». His mind went back to that night in the quarry [2], when he realized that Beau was the only man who could help him overcome his greatest fear: totally surrender to a powerful, masculine man and willingly give him what his stepfather had forcefully taken from him so many times. And Beau himself, Rowan thought, in all those years had been haunted by the painful memory of the violence he witnessed in that room, and it was about time he cleansed his soul from that grief pain. They had to make love! And their love, in that room, on that bed, would have finally dispelled the demons that hunted both Rowan’s and Beau’s souls.

Rowan stepped back and undressed under Beau’s uncertain eyes. The guy lay on the bed, gripped his hands to the headboard and raised his legs. He wasn’t Rowan any more, now: he was Jordan, a moment before being speared by Joe’s monster cock; and he was the kid of his own nightmares, moments before being abused by his stepfather. But this time there would be no pain: there would be only pure, tender love. Joe and the abusive stepfather would be shut out once and for all, in the darkness where they belonged, by the bright light of love!

Beau looked at Rowan, and all of the sudden everything was clear for him! He slowly stripped from his clothes, nervous like that first time in the stable, and knelt on the bed, between Rowan’s legs. He too, in that moment, was not Beauregard any more: he was Joe, about to mercilessly deflower Jordan; and he was Rowan’s stepfather, about to tear the kid’s innocence away. But he had the power to change the past, to heal the fester wounds, replacing all that evil violence with pure, sheer love.

Beau spat on his cock and placed his cock against Rowan’s waiting hole. The time was right, the place was right! Rowan felt the pressure on his ass, looked at the muscular man towering on him and tried to relax… but he couldn’t. «It’s the right moment!» – he thought again – «I can do it!».

Beau sensed Rowan’s tension and waited for him to relax; the guy tried again to convince himself, but something was stirring in his soul, something he knew way too well, something that forced him to look out of the window, where the sun was slowly descending behind the horizon.

“No…” – Rowan pleaded under his breath – “No… Not this time…”.  His heart started pounding hard, his breath became ragged. There was now a mounting urgency in his voice: “Not this time… No.. Daddy, no! NO!!”

Beau suddenly recoiled, dismayed, and Rowan quickly sneaked from under him and got off the bed. He picked up his clothes and ran to the door, looked one last time at Beau with tears in his eyes and cried out: “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” and rushed away.

He fled downstairs, paused a moment in the ballroom to put on his clothes and ran out in the fading light of the sunset.

~ Anger ~

Rowan ran fast, breathlessly, with tears rolling down from his eyes. He was running away from his demons, from his stepfather, from Joe… and from Beau. He didn’t stop when his legs started aching for the exertion, and he didn’t stop when his lungs felt on fire for the lack of air. He ran across the entire town, immersed in the moonlight, until he found himself out of the gates of the quarry.

He was late for his work shift and everyone, including Barry, had already gone away. He quickly unlocked the gate and closed it behind him. In the silent, desert quarry, he felt finally safe, and stood there, leaning on the gate, catching his breath.

Everything was perfect, Beau was an angel sent from above and they were about to finally make love, but his fears, his demons had once more ruined everything. His stepfather! That hideous, evil man was the one to blame!

“AAAAAAAAARGHH!!!” – Rowan yelled at the night, furious against that accursed  man who, after causing him so much pain, still had the power to fuck up the few good things that happened to him! Rowan was consumed by an irrepressible anger and yelled again, cursing his stepfather.

And then he saw the large rock, the very same rock that Barry, in a burst of rage, once had hit savagely with a mallet, venting his anger over it [3]. With a fire burning in his eyes, Rowan strode across the quarry, removing his fancy shirt and dropping it on the ground. He took up a mallet lying near the office and went to the big rock.

He stood there for a moment, looking at the rock with sheer hate, then raised the mallet over his head and shoved it down. Again and again, he raised his mallet and hit the rock as hard as he could, yelling obscenities: “Fuck you! Fuck you! I’ll kill you!! Motherfucker!!”

He was not an experienced worker, he didn’t even know how to properly hold a mallet, but he went on, relentlessly pounding the large stone, that in his mind had the face of his stepfather. “Fuck you!!”, he yelled at each savage hit, ignoring the pain in his hands, ignoring the ache in his muscles.

The night resonated from Rowan’s rabid yells. He could barely see the stone through the tears that flowed copiously from his eyes, but he didn’t stop and went on hitting, and hitting, and hitting…..

~ A caring daddy ~

The morning sun rose over the quarry, now silent. Rowan, exhausted and spent, was gazing at the void, sitting on the ground with his back leaning to the office wall. He didn’t even notice the clang of the gate that was being opened.

Barry came closer and stood in front of the guy. He was shirtless, and his fancy grey slacks were covered in dirt. A mallet was lying on the ground nearby, along with a dark red shirt. Rowan’s face was streaked with tears, his eyes were fixed on a distant point and his hands were wounded and bleeding. He guessed immediately what had happened, though he had no clue about the reason.

Barry stood there, without saying anything, until Rowan became aware of his presence; when he raised his eyes to the worker, he didn’t wince: he was too tired, too emotionally drained to even feel fear.

“Come, kid.” – Barry said simply, heading to the office. Rowan struggled to stand up and followed him inside. Barry opened the first aid box and took some peroxide and clean lint. Carefully, gently, Barry cleaned Rowan’s wounded hands and then he expertly bandaged them. When he was done, he put away everything and closed the first aid box.

Rowan silently turned around and opened the door, but he stood for a moment on the doorstep and said in a low voice: “Thank you, daddy”.   And then he was gone.

~ Revenge! ~

When Rowan had ran away from Rice-Duncan Mansion, Beau had been assailed by a sense of solitude and defeat. Sitting alone on his old bed, he’d cried a river, overwhelmed by the memories that he had bottled up for many long years.

When he had no more tears to cry, a thought crossed his mind and he raised his head with a determined glare in his eyes. Rowan hadn’t been strong enough to dispel the eerie, gloomy atmosphere of that house, but he could do it himself!

He quickly got dressed and then he made a thorough round of the entire house, turning on every light, opening every window, entering every room and removing all the whites clothes that covered the furniture like mortuary shrouds.

“This is my house! MY house!!” – he yelled, going from room to room, uncovering chairs and tables. “You’re DEAD!! You can’t hurt me anymore!!”.  With bewildered eyes, he ran along the corridors, up and down the stairs, rooting around and opening drawers and cupboards.

The dust piled up for years filled the air and blinded his eyes, like ethereal fingers trying to stop him, but he didn’t stop. From the kitchen and the laundry in the basement to the servants quarters in the attic, he entered each and every room, claiming his ownership over them. His father had died many years before, as well as Jordan, but he was alive! And that was his house!

An occasional bystander would have been startled to see the old house, that had remained silent and dark for so many years, coming to life in the middle of the night, window by window, floor by floor, until the entire mansion was lit up, like in the old days when Sir Finley threw one of his legendary balls.

Old Paul, at 85, slept no more than a few hours a night; way before dawn, he got off the bed, in the small apartment over his ramshackle cinema, and looked out of the window at the mansion on the hill, slowly coming to life, and a weary, affectionate smile appeared on his wrinkled face. «It’s no more the ‘Castle of Death’» – he thought, fleetingly remembering the terrible events that had happened when he was Sir Finley’s chauffeur. That ‘wrong’ name, the ‘Castle of Death’, was not a mistake by his side. For him, the old mansion was indeed ‘Château de la Morte’, as the Death had exited a terrible toll in that house. «The King is dead, long live the King!» – he thought, feeling suddenly tired, as if a long chapter in his life had finally closed. He gave one last glance at the solitary mansion on the hill and got again in the bed.

At the crack of dawn, Beau was exhausted, but his mind was still reeling. He turned off the main electric switch, making the house fall back into darkness, and ran out.

When he parked his car in front of the Cove, he was still frenzied. Damn his father, and damn that house!! He stormed to his attic, and when he opened the door found Kale anxiously waiting for him. Looking at Beau’s bewildered expression, the Hawaiian stood up in alarm: “Beauregard! Where have you been? You didn’t sleep at home…”.

Beau couldn’t think straight. Kale’s remark made him go mad and pointed a finger at him: “I’m a man, now! You can’t control me anymore!!” – he yelled, pushing Kale toward the bed. “You are DEAD! You can’t hurt me anymore! But it’s about time you pay for your sins!”

Kale was scared, but his agile mind, even in the frenzy of the moment, could stitch the pieces of the picture: Beau was talking to his father! He had told him, years before, about Jordan’s terrible fate, and Beau was clearly eager to take revenge on his father for what he’d done.

Kale had never spotted such a fiery glare in Beau’s eyes, and when the man started to undress, the counselor knew what he had to do. He got naked and lay on the bed on his back, and then challenged Beau: “You think you can take revenge on me, boy? Then try it, if you have the guts!”. Kale knew he was pushing his luck, but he wanted to help Beau, and that was the only way he could think of.

In a moment, the enraged man was over him, pinning him down and pointing his dry cock at his sphincter. Once again, a terrified and pleading Jordan was about to be savagely deflowered by Joe’s black humongous cock. But the man lying on the bed was also Beau’s father, who in few moments would’ve had to taste his own, terrible medicine.

“AAAAAAARGHH!!”

Both men shouted in unison, one for the rage he was putting in the mighty thrust of his hips, and the other for the shattering pain irradiating from his tortured ass.

Just like Joe did back then, Beau too didn’t give a single moment to his victim to catch his breath, and started pounding his cock into the tender ass with powerful, savage thrusts. “This is what you deserve, you evil man! I’m not your son anymore!!” – Beau yelled, ramping up even more the speed and the potency of his pounding.

Kale couldn’t resist much longer. His ass was on fire and Beau’s cock was ravaging mercilessly his insides like never before. He couldn’t hold his tears, nor his ragged sobs, but he didn’t plead for mercy: Beau needed this, and he was going to do whatever it would take to help the man he loved so much.

By now, Beau, too, was crying. In front of his wet eyes the faces of Jordan, his father and Kale blurred one into another. He didn’t know any more if he was punishing his evil father, or torturing the innocent Jordan, or… hurting his friend Kale! But his body had less doubts than his mind, and put the powerful fuck to an end: “Plus jamais! Never again! Aaaaghh!” – Beau screamed, lost in an overwhelming, guilty orgasm.

When he had filled Kale’s ravaged ass with his hot semen, his strength failed him and he crashed over his buddy, instinctively holding on tight to him. Sobbing softly, he said with broken voice: “C'est fini… C'est tout fini…” and soon drifted into a healing sleep.

~ Beau’s plans ~

When Rick climbed to the attic with Beau’s breakfast, he and Kale were still soundly sleeping on the crumpled bed, into each other’s arms. And when the young chef came back later to bring the mid-morning snack, the two men were still sleeping. It was early afternoon when they finally stirred and opened their eyes.

“Welcome back, Beauregard” – Kale said with a loving tone, glad to see again the serene, poised man he used to know. Beau smiled back at his buddy, but soon his tender smile turned into a concerned frown, when fragments of memory of his savage fuck came back to his mind. “Mon dieu… I have… Kale, I’m sorry! How could I do that to you!”.

“Shh… Don’t say anything” – the Hawaiian replied in a whisper, putting a finger across his lover’s lips – “That was the past. Let’s bury it and never mention it ever again. C'est tout fini”. And then leaned over to his lover and ground his lips onto his.

They stood in silence for a while, side by side on the bed, staring at each other’s eyes. And then, much to Kale’s surprise, Beau announced with an excited smile: “I will reopen Rice-Duncan Mansion. No, not ‘Rice-Duncan Mansion’: I hate that name. It was a property of my mother’s family, and therefore it will be ‘Maison de la Motte”. I’ll bring it to its pristine splendor, and when done, I’ll throw a ball. Not a party, a ball, with the orchestra playing waltz, waiters serving champagne and guests in formal dress. All the men and the boys of the Cove will be invited!”

Kale looked at Beau and noticed a new, determined and positive attitude in him. “I claim your first dance” – he said, with affection – “I know you can turn any dream into reality. Except… Barry in a formal suit? Good luck on that!”

They burst into laughter and Beau said: “Do they sell formal tank tops?”, and more laughter ensued. In that moment, Hendrick arrived with another tray of food, and joined the light-hearted atmosphere: “Oh, you are resurrected! I was thinking to feed you by an intravenous of chicken soup!”

They all laughed out loud again, and when they finally could breath, Beau said: “Did you know that Rowan can dance the waltz? That guy is incredible. He said he learned to dance watching ‘The Leopard’…”

“He told me that he has spent almost his entire life watching old movies at that old cinema at the mall.” – Rick explained – “The owner, Paul, granted him free admission since he was a child. Apparently, he never went to school: those old movies have been the only school he’s ever attended. This is why he talks so weird… though since he met us he’s made remarkable progresses in adopting a more… relaxed style”.

“This explains why Rowan knowledge is so… unusual, to say the least” – Kale commented – “He seems more expert in… classic, old-fashion matters than in modern life”. “Exactly!” – Beau exclaimed – “He knows how to operate a cloakroom secret panel, but he doesn’t know how to use a safety belt…”

“Neither can Barry, for that matter…” – Kale said, and again they all burst into loud laughter.

Footnotes and references:
[1] See chapter 9, ~ A gift ~
[2] See Chapter 15, ~ What’s love? ~
[3] See Chapter 13, ~ Barry vents his anger ~

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(End of chapter 22 – Please proceed to Chapter 23)